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Poetry

Two Poems by Kevin Casey

Poetry

The metronome of its ashen handle/ counted time against my thigh as I walked,/ but at some point it stopped, and I did not.

OE Classics: Excerpted from “Trout Fishing in America” by Richard Brautigan

Poetry, Prose

Then the two artists talked about committing themselves to an insane asylum for the winter. They talked about how warm it would be in the insane asylum, with television, clean sheets on soft beds, hamburger gravy over mashed potatoes, a dance once a week with the lady kooks, clean clothes, a locked razor and lovely young student nurses. Ah, yes, there was a future in the insane asylum. No winter spent there could be a total loss.

Two Poems by James Croal Jackson

Poetry

We have been fighting a lot lately– / from our favorite tv shows, to what type of dog/ we might get, to which sugary cereals to pile/ into our cart with all these cheap products/ that don’t fit together: taco shells, toothpaste,/ store-brand mac and cheese– would you believe/ a month ago this place was stocked with everything/ we need? --From "Our Neighborhood Giant Eagle Is Closing"

The Sad Songs of Hell by Brent Cunningham

Poetry

The method I used for writing these poems was as follows. I started by finding poems online, in French, by Arthur Rimbaud. After copying them to a document I would stare at them until I decided approximately what they might mean. Then I would write down that meaning in English. It might be important to note I don’t have any French, although I have watched a good number of subtitled French movies.

Two Poems by G.L. Ford

Poetry

to try and fathom/ the absolute oneness of/ each moment in its/ infinite and deplorable/ succession,

Lines Written in Early Spring by Hobo Scumbag

Poetry

When I think about spring and summer I think about all the Spring/Summer collections on the runway, I think about ice cream, I think about bare feet on warm sand, and I think about all the death that had to occur to bring us to this moment.

Visual Poems by Jessy Randall and Briget Heidmous

Multimedia, Poetry

Jessy Randall, 46, has had diagram poems, poetry comics, and other things in "Poetry," "Story," and "The Best Experimental Writing 2015"; Briget Heidmous, 27, is a multi-media visual artist exploring the principles of ecology employing scale as illusion. Her work has been in solo exhibitions at the Manitou Art Center and The Machine Shop, where she was artist in residence in 2014.

11 Pulitzer Prize Winning Poets Walk Into An Auditorium by Josh Lefkowitz

Poetry, Prose

But back to the mother’s astute observation: somewhere along the way we seem to have decided that to be a poet is to be a Poet, as in some sort of seer or like a wise prophet, someone who lives among us but is able to Feel Bigger or Live Better, and so I suppose in this case, at The Pulitzer Centennial Poetry Celebration, held on Thursday, October 27th, 2016, at Cooper Union in downtown Manhattan, a parade of eleven of the finest and best Livers and Feelers, if you believe all that, were being presented on a public stage before an audience, to be lauded and adored.

On Writing and Criticism: An Interview with Jerry Saltz

Multimedia, Poetry, Prose

For me all art is contemporary art. From Cave Painting to now; it's all in play everywhere at the same time. I think that our current teleological system of art history based on progress and art is mainly measured by formal moves "forward" via techniques, tools, etc. This system is already dead; it just doesn't know it.

Two Poems by Kevin Casey

Poetry

First, you’ll lose track of the date,/ and then the days, and finally--/ unhitched from any purpose--/ you’ll judge each morning only by its weather.

Two Poems by Gabriela Garcia

Poetry

The girls on Union Street/ wear black sneakers,/ logic loose like a/ highway without lanes,/ the graceful texture/ of new summer/ full inside the fist.

Two Poems by Devin Kelly

Poetry

I’m still trying to figure out. Look/ at the sky. It’s so big & so full of color./ Imagine if it fell. Imagine if it hurt.

Two Poems by Marcus Slease

Poetry, Prose

Did you play the one armed bandits I ask. I played many one armed bandits he says. They give you free cocktails when you play the one armed bandits he says. Before you know it your eyes are cherries, lemons and sevens he says.

Three Love Poems by Josh Lefkowitz

Poetry

What’s your favorite kind, she asked./ Oh geez, I like them all, I said, I like/ the white sauce style from Alabama –/ that was started by a place called/ Big Bob’s Gibson’s, I believe – and/ I like the brisket-oriented Texas type,/ I like Kansas City burnt ends, I like/ St. Louis ribs, I like the way Memphis/ does it wet or dry, like the weather